I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
GEORGE ELIOTExamining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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